To Yourself – Written at the beginning of 2014
The New Year's bell has been ringing, and time has unconsciously entered 2014, which also marks that I am almost a 25-year-old young man.
At the age of 15, he came into contact with online novels, and at the age of 19, he officially joined the circle of doujin.
Recalling the pride and ambition of entering the rivers and lakes for the first time -- I want to become a popular online writer, I can't help but feel funny, six years have passed, and I am still a speck of dust in the rivers and lakes of Nuoda's online literature.
6 years, I have experienced a lot, the success of the college entrance examination, college exercise, nervous graduation, find a job, the pace of life is gradually accelerating, busy life, so that I gradually lost my enthusiasm for online literature, every day when I return home I just want to sleep, look at other people's pen cultivation, at most sigh about the progress of others, by the way, miss myself who was once young and frivolous.
But now, on the second day of the New Year, I began to wonder how long I would have to delay.
Anyone can say big things, but how many people can do it?
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I decided to write a novel that I was satisfied with, but I haven't finished even one work so far, and TJ seems to have become a doomed ending.
I began to worry, is it really okay to put everything on the side of the unknown tomorrow, and put my dreams on hold indefinitely?
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In the past 6 years, I have seen too many amazing authors crossing the sky of online texts like meteors, or writing, or plots, or life insights, and the most quintessential part is the brilliance of the moment they burn their dreams, which is really beautiful.
I'm an impatient person, I know that, but I always have a dream in my heart to finish a work.
I'm not one of those great gods in the online literature world, standing like the sun, nor like the imprints of those amazing talents across the sky, I'm just a little insect who doesn't want to stay on the ground and swallow dust.
But even if it is a worm, I am also a firefly, and I have my own dreams -- I want to use fluorescence to illuminate a path, a rugged path hidden in my heart, leading to my dreams.